Rock and Republic hurled some of the worst cliches in L.A. costume drama down the runway last night, like alternating cheap whores with Tom of Finland biker boys on the set of Barb Wire. Just because you wear hair gel and plonk some studs and rivets on a banal grey coat doesn’t make it fashionable; and just because you sling a strap around a square of wide-gauge knit fabric doesn’t make it a shirt. Sad garden-variety lycra and polyester pieces resembled cheap dance recital costumes (or looks straight from the ‘special occasion’ pages of the Frederick’s catalog) were absolutely migraine-worthy. Next season? Spare the show expense and spend the money on product development instead.